Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Excepter,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.